erotic stinker!

The dim petal of the light choked in a transparent waxy puddle. Katerina was drunk and a tilted sky froze in her eyes. She always said: “If I have to go to bed with the Body, then I will drink a bucket of vodka. It’s just not vomiting me from vodka ... ” And this moment has come. A bucket of vodka in Katka, of course, did not fit, but she plucked up decently. And she even found the strength in herself to stretch out her lips nicely in the likeness of a smile.


The body, tightening trousers and shorts with its puffy priests, periodically trembled. And in Katya’s brain floating in vodka, the impression arose that flocks of giant fleas migrated through the Body in search of a more convenient refuge. She twitched in disgust. Meanwhile, a loose whitish organism with signs of male cellulite was approaching the fragile maiden flesh like a starving maggot on a corpse during half-life. Keeping her eyes on the bottom of the downy abdomen of the Body, Katyukha could not hold back a half-sob-half-stop, which was mistakenly interpreted as a burst of passion, and she immediately received a grateful slobbery kiss in the auricle.

The body touched Katerina’s chest, and periodically tried to stick her hand under the elastic ass. For some reason, Katya recalled how she and her mother traveled to the sea a long time ago and spent the night in the village, where they put her to bed in the pre-war times a spring bed with a cotton mattress. It was this mattress that reminded her of the Body. It was all as if stuffed with cotton wool, which from old age fell into lumps and bulged in different places. And it smelled of the Body as well as of that mattress - mold and something sour.

After some time, the Body moved - now it reclined between the Katya’s legs. With dull stubbornness, something beat against her thighs, trying to find the entrance to the vagina. Five minutes later, Katerina could not stand it and, rolling her eyes in disgust, felt for the flabby appendage with her hand and gave it direction.

The head on the Body was smiling with its mouth, showing rare crooked teeth. The mouth opened, stuck out his tongue and tried to put Katya in his mouth, softly blowing the smell of poorly digested eggs. From disgust, the girl was covered with a stuffy wave and she trembled finely. Katya’s convulsions were immediately recognized as the most powerful orgasm, and the Body, taking this as a guide to action, grunted languidly, got rid of excess seminal fluid, while farting loudly.

Rolling down heavily from Katka, the body went limp. She turned her head, opened her eyes and tried to focus her eyes on the hands that had just touched her breast glands. The arm was spade, with short, thick fingers, and deep pores. From these pores, dirty gray hairs stuck in places. Around the unevenly bitten nails, shavings curled in piles of chips. The nails themselves were with oblong grooves and with fat crumbs of an old fungus.

And then Katka finally vomited.